JUNKY lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]

Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests

He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted

I speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mention

It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and

1999 the only year that I remember

I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper

I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin'

I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen

I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing

Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson

I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen?

I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin'

I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business

Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas?

You know like closet niggas, masc-type

Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night

"Why you always rap about bein' gay?"

'Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay

Where I come from, niggas get called "faggot" and killed

So I'ma get head from a nigga right here

And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and

And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone, yeah

[Bridge: Ameer Vann]

Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down

Twistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds

Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down

Twistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crackin’ sounds

Break, break, break the steel, hold my niggas down

Twistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crack, crack, crack

Break the wheel, pack the steel, hold my niggas down

Twistin' on that syrup ‘til I hear crack

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve it

Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty (go 'head now)

I got my hand on an ounce, so now I got money servin'

I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' (go 'head now)

I took an eighth of them shrooms and now I'm hearin' voices

I took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing (go 'head now)

I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function

I need an intervention, I need an exorcism

I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction

It's very scary, my momma don't even recognize me

I'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me

My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomach

So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]

Feelin' like a goner, put my life in locker

Hotbox in the Hummer, (Merlyn, Merlyn!) hot bars in the summer

If I had the option, I would do it all again

If I had the option, I would do it all again

I just wanna feel like I did the right program

I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)

When I cut that feel, I do nothing but diplomas

Love is knowin' that you didn’t do it by your lonesome

So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles

For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number

They see men dream, they see men fallin'

But when I dream, I'm smashing on a lana

[Bridge: Matt Champion & Joba]

Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings

We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why

My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows

Love her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowed

Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded

This hate-fueled love, we don't fake it, no givin', just takin'

I took some steps to be a bigger person

I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]

Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque

I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that

I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike

But don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like "just the tip"

And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck

Beat your ass before you got time to say "why not?"

Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind

Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up

Where the respect? Is your ass human?

I look you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?"

Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy

I get my 9-9, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off

Better hope my aim off, better hope the range off

Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy

[Outro: Dom McLennon]

Uh, no hands with the stunts

Jump off the roof like I do what I want

All of my life in my past wanna haunt

And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition

Man on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin'

I'm on a mission

Every time that I speak they ain't skippin'

Turned my inspiration to a vision, that's a given, no slippin'

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:SATURATION II